By Demons Driven

Sometimes in my life I feel like I'm not fully awake, but rather walking a threshold of dreams and reality.  Things tend to be too surreal, and I'm almost convinced that life is only a dream itself, and dreams are the actual reality.  In my confusion and deep contemplation of life I often turn to the shoreline at night for guidance.  There I am in my own netherworld, free to think and do as I wish.
Tonight a thick and gaseous fog is present, obstructing my view of the beach on my right and the town streets on my left.  I can only see the bare minimum of what is in front of me, but the open night sky allows the moon's glow to illuminate the fog.  All sound ceases, like the vapor is creating a vacuum around me.  Suddenly in the white haze a dark form materializes behind the fog ahead of me.  
"Hello?  Can I help you?" I ask it.  Silence.  The shape just stand there, but then it approaches with a dragging sound.  Stepping back I realize that the dragging is of the being's feet.  The toes are just barely touching the ground, but the thing's feet are suspended above.  Suddenly it flies at me with great speed, arms and fingers outstretched.  I attempt to flee and then…
I don't remember.

I inexplicably awake back in my bed in my apartment, still wearing my jeans and jacket from last night.  Lifting the alarm clock, I check the time—3 A.M.  I groan and throw down the plastic box.  Did I pass out last night?  Maybe I went to a party and got hammered…or stoned.  Maybe.  An intense sensation of dehydration and dryness comes over me, and I realize that I'm extremely thirsty.
My bathroom is right outside my room, so I walk down the hall with its dirty and unpainted walls and turn on the tap.  Gathering water in my hand, I attempt to swallow the cold liquid, but it is dry and chalky, as if it had turned to dust when it touched my lips.  In panic and perplexity I pull on the small beaded chain of the single light bulb that hangs above me from the ceiling by an electrical cord.  In the dim light, I behold my new, horrifying visage.
My skin has turned deathly pale, with pulsing blue veins on my neck and arms.  My nails are pointed and dark, as if I had been digging through decomposing dirt, and my eyes no longer contain any hint of essence or soul.  Worst of all, my usually long, brown hair has become bone-white, and my canine teeth protrude from the gums into deadly curved fangs.
I cannot bear the sight of me.  I tear open the front door and run into the streets.  By now I'm thinking that I was right and that I am trapped in a hell of reality.  What's happening?  What have I become?  How is this happening?  The more I think about the questions the more the answers seem insane and impossible.  Finally, I stop amidst the engrossing fog and look to the night sky again.  I don't have a single second to think before two intense lights materialize, accompanied by the sound of a blaring car horn.  The impact shatters my body and sends me flying back.  I can hear my ribs and neck crack, the bones in my legs being crushed and contorted, and my skull split.  When I land upon the coarse pavement, it flays and tears my skin.  I should be dead, but somehow, I'm not, and I feel every bit of the pain.
The car screeches onto its brakes and a young man emerges.  Rushing over to my mangled body, he begins to panic.  However, he sees me breathing and sighs with some relief.
"Oh my God man, I totally thought you were dead!  I'm going to call an ambulance.  Are you okay?" he asks.
I can feel my body begin to rebuild itself, taking the broken bones and muscles and mending them.  Almost as if not of my own will, I answer
"Yes."
Instantly I leap up and clamp down onto his neck with my teeth.  Fastening tighter with strangling force, I begin biting and ripping the tender flesh.  His warm blood seeps out and I consume it, lapping every drop of it like a demonic feline.  His screams echo through the streets, but there's no one around; no one to help in my dream-reality.  I tear away the last strip of skin away, crimson stains dripping down my mouth and neck.  
My unnatural thirst finally sated, I drop the limp and lifeless corpse to the ground.  It was like instinct.  It was like I was a predator out for prey.  I didn't do it.  Finally realizing the gravity of my actions, I flee into the haunted mist, far away from here.  I must get to somewhere safe soon.  Sunrise is only a few hours away.